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Fahrenheit 451 Montag Humane Quotes

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(MIP-3)In consequence of these events, Montag is pushed into Being completely humane.(SIP-A) Montag starts to take action in a verbal manner.(STEWE-1)Montag is extremely peeved when the ladies are being completely inhuman when basing the standard of people off of looks. “‘He wasn't much, was he? Kind of small and home and he didn't shave too close or comb his hair very well.’’What possessed the 'Outs' to run him? You just don't go running a little short man like that against a tall man. Besides -he mumbled. Half the time I couldn't hear a word he said. And the words I did hear I didn't understand!’‘Fat, too, and didn't dress to hide it. No wonder the landslide was for Winston Noble. Even their names helped. Compare Winston Noble to Hubert Hoag …show more content…

“And as before, it was good to burn, he felt himself gush out in the fire, snatch, rend, rip in half with flame, and put away the senseless problem. If there was no solution, well then now there was no problem, either. Fire was best for everything! ‘The books, Montag!’The books leapt and danced like roasted birds, their wings ablaze with red and yellow feathers.And then he came to the parlour where the great idiot monsters lay asleep with their white thoughts and their snowy dreams. And he shot a bolt at each of the three blank walls and the vacuum hissed out at him. The emptiness made an even emptier whistle, a senseless scream. He tried to think about the vacuum upon which the nothingness had performed, but he could not. He held his breath so the vacuum could not get into his lungs. He cut off its terrible emptiness, drew back, and gave the entire room a gift of one huge bright yellow flower of burning. The …show more content…

Speech away. What'll it be this time? Why don't you belch Shakespeare at me, you fumbling snob? `There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats, for I am arm'd so strong in honesty that they pass by me as an idle wind, which I respect not!' How's that? Go ahead now, you second-hand litterateur, pull the trigger.’ He took one step toward Montag. Montag only said, ‘We never burned right…’ ‘Hand it over, Guy,’ said Beatty with a fixed smile. And then he was a shrieking blaze, a jumping, sprawling, gibbering mannikin, no longer human or known, all writhing flame on the lawn as Montag shot one continuous pulse of liquid fire on him. There was a hiss like a great mouthful of spittle banging a redhot stove, a bubbling and frothing as if salt had been poured over a monstrous black snail to cause a terrible liquefaction and a boiling over of yellow foam. Montag shut his eyes, shouted, shouted, and fought to get his hands at his ears to clamp and to cut away the sound. Beatty flopped over and over and over, and at last twisted in on himself like a charred wax doll and lay silent’(Bradbury 113). Montag's hands pull the trigger to kill Beatty, because he was being cruel and attacking his friends and his passion, books, which also represented his

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